Kyle Weiss
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...and Rob, as big of a heart and generous as he is, will have to take this all with a grain of salt. 
In the mail, I noticed a pungent odor about my crappy apartment mailbox. At this point, being a Brother, I am always pleased (if not half-expecting) when random pipe stuff ends up in my mailbox. As we "pay it forward," it's only second to sending things out randomly to you guys and having us all paranoid about what little treats will be in the Magic Postbox today.
Well, Rob mentions it about as much as Monbla uses CAPITAL LETTERS to get his point across, and the point came across like GK with a speargun, Yak with his conspiracies, and PB with his delightful brashness--"BCAQ!" Apparently it was just my time to put my bacca where my mouth was and see it from his point-of-briar. Here's the three things he sent me:
Lane "BCAQ"-- I still have no idea what makes this one up. Is it "BCA" plus "1Q?" Whatever it is, it was pretty moist in the bag. I lined it up with the other three to dry them out with a gentle fan. After 10 minutes, still the same. 20 minutes, same moisture. 30 minutes... huh. Must be my good ol' friend Propylene Glycol. Oh goody! The good news was, it was much easier to pick out the sticks and twigs buried in the bag, because those just wouldn't pack down into the bowl. My "Danish Thrift" is one pipe that seems to refuse to ghost, and boy, will this test it.
If I ever wanted to smoke soft-serve vanilla ice cream, I'll be sure to pick up some BCA/1Q mix. There's less calories, and though it doesn't taste like much, it smells like it. After about half a bowl, I was done getting tongue bite from what seemed like burning sugar and smelling the inside of the Yankee Candle Company's clearance rack. Out it went. Jackknife plug? No tongue bite. BCAQ? A rabid, vanilla-covered possum. On the plus side, it was very easy to keep lit, tasted like every other sweet Cavendish I've had the pleasure, and would be excellent for pleasing every non-smoker around me without worrying about my own self. Stay positive, kids.
"My Blend" (Labeled BCA & RLP-6)-- Is it just me, or does Lane have this awful habit of naming all of their mixtures with acronyms that make them sound like science experiments? Well, color my tongue a guinea pig. This tobacco didn't dry out any more than the "BCAQ" listed above. Into a fresh pipe it goes, a no-name briar which needs no introduction...so I won't bother. With the exception of something vaguely chocolate-like, I suddenly realized there are fancy soft-serve ice cream machines that do that wacky "mix together" thing with the chocolate and vanilla, and likely, Rob has this in his living room to provide you with this "delightful" combination.
Like before, there's a decided sugary bite that the snappiest Perique hasn't given me, but points to it for not turning into burning roof tar on my tongue, either. Goopy, wet and sopping. It's just more sweet Cavendish, and could have been made with elm leaves from last year's fall season for all I know. Sugar, oh, honey, honey...Rob, you're my candy girl.
Out of the pipe ya go. :lol:
Sillem Black-- Holy crap! A tobacco that dried properly! :cheers: This is how I knew the other two were bloated, PG messes...all three went under the same fan for the same amount of time. This was the only one that was able to dry out to a reasonable level. In the bag, it smelled alright, a little sweet, and a little...what was this... smokey? Do I detect a little Latakia? The smell is remarkably like Frog Morton on the Town, which is not a favorite of mine, but passable. I took out my new(er) SMS meerschaum I bought and opted to break in, as I knew no PG was going to make a mess in there, stuffed and lit.
Take Frog Morton on the Town, tone down all flavors by about 20%, and you have this tobacco. The good news is, the sweetness doesn't completely overpower the Latakia. The bad news is, the Burley in it is the kind that gives Burley a bad name. The alkalinity factor is pretty brutal, and I know this is what it was because it was hitting my entire mouth rather than just the tip of my tongue. Cool-burning and even salty at times, if you like to pussyfoot toward things like Latakia and want to see what all the yipyap is about without straying too far from the candy aisle, this might be alright for you. I found it amusing that they say "...a pinch of bright Virginia brings a subtle sweet note..." I wonder, did they mean a subtle sweet note that played like a transistor radio at a dubstep gathering?
While I was able to smoke this bowl most of the way through, the 4/4 time and same chord bored me to tears, and the sweet Cavendish got on my last nerve for the evening. I ended up taking it out on the neighbor, who was fighting with his girlfriend and kept slamming doors like it was a Taurus birthday party. "Hey, I appreciate you making your business my business, but knock it the eff off, dude. You're ruining my pipe." *angry scowl* He chilled, but was obviously calmed by the chariots of sweet, goodwill put forth by Sillem's Black.
Conclusion--
Rob, I love ya like a Brother, but to each his own, my friend. :lol!: At least I tried. May my Embarcadero (and my palate) forgive me.
In the mail, I noticed a pungent odor about my crappy apartment mailbox. At this point, being a Brother, I am always pleased (if not half-expecting) when random pipe stuff ends up in my mailbox. As we "pay it forward," it's only second to sending things out randomly to you guys and having us all paranoid about what little treats will be in the Magic Postbox today.
Well, Rob mentions it about as much as Monbla uses CAPITAL LETTERS to get his point across, and the point came across like GK with a speargun, Yak with his conspiracies, and PB with his delightful brashness--"BCAQ!" Apparently it was just my time to put my bacca where my mouth was and see it from his point-of-briar. Here's the three things he sent me:
Lane "BCAQ"-- I still have no idea what makes this one up. Is it "BCA" plus "1Q?" Whatever it is, it was pretty moist in the bag. I lined it up with the other three to dry them out with a gentle fan. After 10 minutes, still the same. 20 minutes, same moisture. 30 minutes... huh. Must be my good ol' friend Propylene Glycol. Oh goody! The good news was, it was much easier to pick out the sticks and twigs buried in the bag, because those just wouldn't pack down into the bowl. My "Danish Thrift" is one pipe that seems to refuse to ghost, and boy, will this test it.
If I ever wanted to smoke soft-serve vanilla ice cream, I'll be sure to pick up some BCA/1Q mix. There's less calories, and though it doesn't taste like much, it smells like it. After about half a bowl, I was done getting tongue bite from what seemed like burning sugar and smelling the inside of the Yankee Candle Company's clearance rack. Out it went. Jackknife plug? No tongue bite. BCAQ? A rabid, vanilla-covered possum. On the plus side, it was very easy to keep lit, tasted like every other sweet Cavendish I've had the pleasure, and would be excellent for pleasing every non-smoker around me without worrying about my own self. Stay positive, kids.
"My Blend" (Labeled BCA & RLP-6)-- Is it just me, or does Lane have this awful habit of naming all of their mixtures with acronyms that make them sound like science experiments? Well, color my tongue a guinea pig. This tobacco didn't dry out any more than the "BCAQ" listed above. Into a fresh pipe it goes, a no-name briar which needs no introduction...so I won't bother. With the exception of something vaguely chocolate-like, I suddenly realized there are fancy soft-serve ice cream machines that do that wacky "mix together" thing with the chocolate and vanilla, and likely, Rob has this in his living room to provide you with this "delightful" combination.
Like before, there's a decided sugary bite that the snappiest Perique hasn't given me, but points to it for not turning into burning roof tar on my tongue, either. Goopy, wet and sopping. It's just more sweet Cavendish, and could have been made with elm leaves from last year's fall season for all I know. Sugar, oh, honey, honey...Rob, you're my candy girl.
Out of the pipe ya go. :lol:
Sillem Black-- Holy crap! A tobacco that dried properly! :cheers: This is how I knew the other two were bloated, PG messes...all three went under the same fan for the same amount of time. This was the only one that was able to dry out to a reasonable level. In the bag, it smelled alright, a little sweet, and a little...what was this... smokey? Do I detect a little Latakia? The smell is remarkably like Frog Morton on the Town, which is not a favorite of mine, but passable. I took out my new(er) SMS meerschaum I bought and opted to break in, as I knew no PG was going to make a mess in there, stuffed and lit.
Take Frog Morton on the Town, tone down all flavors by about 20%, and you have this tobacco. The good news is, the sweetness doesn't completely overpower the Latakia. The bad news is, the Burley in it is the kind that gives Burley a bad name. The alkalinity factor is pretty brutal, and I know this is what it was because it was hitting my entire mouth rather than just the tip of my tongue. Cool-burning and even salty at times, if you like to pussyfoot toward things like Latakia and want to see what all the yipyap is about without straying too far from the candy aisle, this might be alright for you. I found it amusing that they say "...a pinch of bright Virginia brings a subtle sweet note..." I wonder, did they mean a subtle sweet note that played like a transistor radio at a dubstep gathering?
While I was able to smoke this bowl most of the way through, the 4/4 time and same chord bored me to tears, and the sweet Cavendish got on my last nerve for the evening. I ended up taking it out on the neighbor, who was fighting with his girlfriend and kept slamming doors like it was a Taurus birthday party. "Hey, I appreciate you making your business my business, but knock it the eff off, dude. You're ruining my pipe." *angry scowl* He chilled, but was obviously calmed by the chariots of sweet, goodwill put forth by Sillem's Black.
Conclusion--
Rob, I love ya like a Brother, but to each his own, my friend. :lol!: At least I tried. May my Embarcadero (and my palate) forgive me.
